Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.